Hovering!

He sat there alone in the fast food restaurant

his arm was burning wanted shout

what was that thing hovering in the field

never seen anything like that

should have kept away why investigate

as his mouth started to salivate!

 

Tried drinking the coffee but was so thirsty

becoming agitated with the noise

certain others were watching him intently

heard a banging sound realised

his knees were hitting underside of the table

his mind and physical being unstable!

 

Just out walking the dog shit where was Jack

knew had to leave or would explode

knocking into people he no longer could see

wandered out onto the main road

bus driver said from nowhere was on the road

without any hesitation strode!

 

At the same moment a young couple discovered

a small dog barking at a field gate

taking a stroll on along a well-known lovers track

tried to get near the excited animal

who ran off into that empty field as if in pursuit

unsettled did not follow its route!

 

Been here on numerous occasions a rural haven

yet retreating eager to go home

heard the fearful cry that sounded like an animal

from a slow pace had the urge to run

from behind a noise like galloping horses on dirt

sensing danger they would be hurt!

 

Out of breath they got safely back to their car

clicking key fob to open doors

in a heightened state of panic both jumped in

would the engine start-up

relieved as it roared into life foot down they left

their emotions were bereft!

 

Where they had just departed the alien arrived

the taste for human prey instilled

wings spread drooling acid saliva through teeth

mercilessly sharp and pointed

cloaked returned to its hidden craft and lair

a malevolent being all were unaware!

 

Soon more would come of this ruthless breed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Their Bones Beneath!

Their bones lay beneath blood soaked dirt

harrowing stories to be told

slaughter and suffering of millions of men

shame upon the instigators of war

cries of despair pain an unanswered pray

with no other soul to share!

  • Men stuck deep in mud unable to move

officers shooting their own men

to end their suffering in a lingering hell

here fighting day and night!

in the filth and water filled trenches

rats and no resting benches!

  • Soldiers who were boys in the battle

should have been home at school

instead dying in a ferocious needless war

so many went so few came home

forever remembered for their sacrifice

lost generations a terrible price!

  • Trenches like coffins how can we ever understand
  • how did it get so out of hand!

The Foureyed Poet.

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